Page 47 of A Bond with the Dark

His sultry soft lips suddenly land on mine and It. Is. Magick.

The danger mixed with magick and paired with an all-consuming love has me feeling like an avalanche, gaining momentum and strength as it topples me to my doom. Even though I feel it down to my bones that I should run. . . I cannot. There’s something keeping me here locked with him that I can’t ignore.

Knowing what’s going to come next is something that should frighten me to my core, but I welcome it and will him to bite me.

I want to feel that fire, I like the way it burns.

His breath on my face is hot and the heat between us is intense on its own, without the flames. He kisses me with his whole body, and it feels like falling off a cliff. He offers his tongue to me and I embrace it, deeper into my own mouth he goes, and it isn’t close enough for me. I need to feel him inside me. He is searching my body with his hands and I welcome it, my own fingers wandering up to his black locks, entangling them within the short silky tresses.

He kisses my cheeks, down the front of my throat, to my cleavage as he caresses one of my breasts. Another moan escapes at the pleasure it incites. This makes him fiercer in his expedition of me and something sparks that rage within him; for he looks at me while his eyes go icy white, his lip curls up, revealing the blinding glint of sharp ivory as they elongate out of his cuspids.

As the sharp pricks of his fangs pierce my carotid artery, the fire engulfs me. The sensation of him sucking my blood, draining me yet filling me up at the same time as the fire spreads from where he bit, explodes outward from my clit to the tips of my fingers and toes. The intensity of the fire consumes me and I continue to want him, the taste of him lingering on my lips.

This time he burns with me and is still drinking from me as the flames consume us both.

My phone dings, waking me.

I roll over and grab at the cord.

Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well.

Smiling to myself, I write back.

Good morning to you, handsome. I slept well. I hope you did too.

The dream covers me and I remember the way I’d felt with Sebastian, my midnight mystery vampire, all over me. My clit is still tingly at the thought of him.

The way he makes me feel in my dreams is something that I want to feel in real life. Granted, he’s a bad kind of good, a dangerous sort of love. But whatever the reason he’s infecting my dreams, I don’t mind it and welcome him to keep visiting me. I crave it.

As I meander throughout my productive Sunday—cleaning the house, doing my homework, and some light yard chores—Dominic is in constant contact with me via text about my day and what I’m up to. I like that he’s interested in me and regardless of the weird feelings I get with him, I keep up with the excited butterflies that I also feel with hesitation.It keeps the sad memories of my parents from plaguing me.

During my shower, I wonder what Dominic has planned for the night and begin to feel hot flutters surrounding the date and what it’s going to bring.

Running a brush through my hair one last time, the doorbell sounds, and I spray a spritz of one of my many perfumes as I leave the bathroom.

Dominic is looking dapper as ever, even if he is only wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. His hair looks nice, spiked in the front as usual and his eyes are bright and hazel green this evening.

“Hey you,” he says, kissing me on the cheek as I open the door to greet him.

“Hey,” I answer, moving aside to let him enter.

“Did you get all your stuff done, beautiful?” His arms are around me, sliding around my waist and pulling me to him. I let him move me again, just like he did on the dance floor.

“I did, thank you.”

His lips are on mine and the quivers are soft and feathery. I kiss him back but before it can get as heated as it did last night, he lets my lips go.

“Ready?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I answer.

He grabs my hand and I let him pull me to the car.

Of course he opens the door for me, helping me in, and then we’re off, heading toward the highway.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he responds, the sly glint shining in his eyes.

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